576 January 10, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry oranges dropped in parking lot snow an old man picks them up with gloveless hands share a featherClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related 576
A drop of sad magic here! For some strange reason I thought of Hans Christan Anderson’s story of “The Little Match Girl”! (I placed a comment on Twitter as well) LikeLike January 11, 2011 at 4:31 am Reply
thank you, gemma! it really wasn’t a sad moment at all (just a man helping a woman in the grocery store parking lot) but the poem turned out a bit melancholy. maybe it’s the word “gloveless…” and thanks for finding me on twitter! 😀 LikeLike January 11, 2011 at 4:30 pm Reply
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A drop of sad magic here! For some strange reason I thought of Hans Christan Anderson’s story of “The Little Match Girl”!
(I placed a comment on Twitter as well)
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thank you, gemma!
it really wasn’t a sad moment at all (just a man helping a woman in the grocery store parking lot) but the poem turned out a bit melancholy. maybe it’s the word “gloveless…”
and thanks for finding me on twitter! 😀
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